Gene from the 13th Department of Bright City

"That's a very interesting speech. Come on, let me see if you are qualified!"

Witte leaned sideways, holding the long sword in his right hand backwards and the short sword in his left hand, quietly observing the guy in front of him.

Frye has not taken action yet and is still thinking about how to attack. Among the seven gods, Frye has the most contact with Jean and Tang Rao, and has seen many battles between the two. Among the other four gods, Witte is unfamiliar with Frye. The only thing he knows clearly is that Witte has the ability to condense orange alienated cells into a physical blade. The sharpness of this blade can even reach the level of overfrequency vibration cutting weapons. It is very scary. Frye just knows This is why he uses the green God's power as a means of defense. The armor in Form 3 is speed-type, and is used in conjunction with Fry's immature blue God's power. Fortunately for him just now Keep your head clear, otherwise, even the person wearing the armor will be cut into countless pieces.

At this time, the wise man on the roof not far away moved his body little by little and leaned on the stairs going down to the rooftop. Sweat was oozing out. He was almost about to faint. What just happened made him stunned. The boy who was chasing him He was no match for the orange god, but the ghostly face that appeared in an instant made Becky disappear. The subsequent battle shocked the wise man. Perhaps it was because of such excitement that the wise man did not faint.

But the feeling at this time made the wise man extremely uncomfortable. He only knew that something bad was going on and it was best not to be affected. The ghost face seemed to be the boss of the rioters.

The wise man felt a little regretful at this time, because his recklessness had led to the current situation. His hands were almost useless, and I was afraid that eating would be a problem for many months to come.

"What's wrong? Won't you attack?"

As he spoke, Werther leaned down, his feet tense as if they were about to be shot, and orange particles floated around his eyes.

"I want to ask you a question, Witte, are you satisfied with the splendid city you have built now?"

"Of course I'm not satisfied, kid. If you're satisfied, I'd be happy to live a leisurely pastoral life in the fields. If you can just hang up and explain everything tonight, I think the matter will be solved. How about it?"

Fry laughed, clutching his belly.

"This joke is not funny at all."

The moment he finished speaking, purple particles flashed around Werther, but the Werther people had already shot out, turning into an orange light. There was a loud bang, and the ground behind Werther instantly sunk, and something appeared in the air. Violent distortion explosion phenomenon.

With a flash of light blue light, Frye stepped forward, his eyes flashing with purple particles. His perception ability had been enhanced to hundreds of times that of humans, and he could clearly see the attack trajectory of the two swords in Witte's hand.

swish

Frye lowered his body to dodge Werther's horizontal sword attack, but one of the horns of his helmet was cut off. He jumped to the left to avoid the assassination of another tachi sword. There was a loud bang, and Frye landed on the ground. At that moment, his body thrust straight into Werther's ribs like a spring.

Werther's eyes widened at the green scab that appeared on Frye's right fist. The orange scab that condensed on his ribs shattered after being hit hard.

boom

Werther's body began to become unstable, and his right ribs were directly punched by Frye. Violent purple particles began to suppress Werther. A large number of orange particles overflowed from the surface of Werther's body, fighting against the powerful purple particles. triggering thoughts.

There was a crunching sound, and there were balls of fire in the air, and puffs of smoke. Werther grinned, and his body lost his balance little by little.

With a loud roar, Frye took a step forward with one foot. With a loud bang, Werther flew out again. The surface of Frye's body overflowed with violent light blue particles, dancing crazily. His The body rushed out in an instant, and before Werther could fall, green lightning flashed in Frye's hands.

Werther's eyes widened.

"What the hell is this guy like you?"

boom

Following a burst of violent blows, Frye's eyes widened in excitement, and his fists hit the flying Werther's chest from the side. Everything around him was instantly torn apart with the green lightning. Crushed, a large amount of soil, sand and gravel, the broken stones seemed to be swept into a huge meat grinder, and turned into dust one after another.

Poof

Werther spat out a mouthful of blood and flew out, constantly hitting the houses. He flew several hundred meters before stopping. He rolled several times on the ground and fell headfirst against the wall of a house. .

The house collapsed with a rumbling sound. Werther shook his head and climbed up from the ground. Two large pieces were dented in his chest. The bones and flesh were crushed and blurred. Blood continued to overflow from the corners of his mouth.

call

Frye once again moved over with the light blue particles, and punched Werther crazily with both fists, but at this time Frye seemed to sense something was wrong. After he punched a few times and was defended by Werther, Then he flipped back, supporting the ground with both hands, and landed on the ground. Orange particles continued to appear around him, and green scabs began to condense on the surface of Frye's body.

"It is true that you can use these three powers of God, and I even doubt that you can use the other four. It's a pity that your three powers are too weak. However, over the past two centuries, I and several others have I don’t know how many times we have fought, little kid, do you want to see what the power of God is all about?”

The moment Frye stood up, he felt a tightness in his chest. He raised a hand and looked at a scratch on the armor. His arm was almost cut off. He recalled that he had been scratched when he just hit Werther. But how did the other party do it?

"Sorry, I don't really want to see it. Besides, do you really dare to release the power of God in this place? Wirth."

"It seems you are very aware of our affairs."

Werther looked at the ghost face in front of him warily, but immediately showed a smile.

"I think it's better for you to be careful behind you."

Frye's eyes widened and he instantly shot forward to the left.

There was a loud bang, accompanied by a huge sound of heavy objects falling. The ground seemed to be hit by a meteor. The violent air flow tore everything around. A huge body slowly stood up with a sizzling sound. There was a sound, and black thunder and lightning flashed around Quasimodo's body. Mo Xiaolan lay on Quasimodo's back, coughing and panting.

"I came at the perfect time, Mo Xiaolan. I'll leave the rest to you. Don't tell anyone that I've been here."

Werther pressed his aching chest, grinning and looking at the ghost face not far away.

1 minute ago.

On the top floor of a 20-story building 500 meters away from North Third Street in District 101, Quasimodo stood on the edge of the rooftop, with Mo Xiaolan lying on his back. There were people all around below, and they had begun to evacuate the area. Residents within 500 meters.

"It's time to start."

Quasimodo nodded. In an instant, Mo Xiaolan took off the blindfold on his right eye. Purple particles began to cover the entire roof. Black particles overflowed from the surface of Quasimodo's body. In an instant, Mo Xiaolan felt When an extremely powerful telekinesis force was pressing down on the house and the ground began to crack, Mo Xiaolan's eyes widened and he used his own telekinesis power to suppress the violent telepathy force.

Quasimodo's field of vision at this moment was like a high-definition camera quickly passing by at low altitude. Every grain of sand on the street was clearly collected in his eyes. His field of vision began to expand and improve. Quasimodo quietly Scanning everything around her, the whole building began to be unable to withstand the huge pressure. Cracks appeared in the walls and the glass windows exploded. Mo Xiaolan grinned. She didn't expect this guy's telekinesis to be so strong. She was about to suppress it. Can't stand it anymore.

Quasimodo's field of vision continued to expand, and he could already see the shape of the keyhole on the door five or six kilometers away, the number of fixing screws on the door, everything was visible.

Gradually, the whole building completely collapsed, as if it was about to explode. Purple particles completely covered the surroundings of the building. Mo Xiaolan held his breath and used his telekinesis to suppress the mad telekinesis that was about to destroy the building.

"It's not okay yet? Have you found it yet?"

Mo Xiaolan shouted, and Quasimodo suddenly turned his body to the south and ran over quickly.

"There's someone fighting over there!"

"Can you go directly?"

Quasimodo nodded, Mo Xiaolan raised the corners of his mouth, and smiled with excitement. Quasimodo arched his body, leaned forward, and bent his legs. Black particles clouded violently around Quasimodo. Around, there was a sizzling sound, and the black lightning was flashing.

boom

With a burst of explosions, the whole building instantly exploded under the huge pressure, and Quasimodo carried Mo Xiaolan like a cannonball towards the stinking area seven kilometers away.

Now

Frye quietly looked at Quasimodo in front of him and Mo Xiaolan, who was smiling evilly.

"Master Werther, why are you here?"

"The old man is going to die."

Quasimodo turned around and looked at Mo Xiaolan.

"Okay, okay, I understand. I will find a way to make the old man feel more comfortable. You have to find a way to beat the guy in front of you down and take him back."

Quasimodo looked at Mo Xiaolan with questioning eyes, and Mo Xiaolan instantly understood what this simple guy meant.

"Just go ahead and fight. I approved it, and the Lord God next to you is also here. Your idiot boss is still having fun. Anyway, that bastard Gene is responsible for all the losses tonight, hahaha!"

Frye quietly looked at the 2.5-meter-tall giant Quasimodo in front of him. He didn't even feel the other person coming over suddenly. How did he come over?

At this time, Frye noticed a large amount of dust rising in the distance, and his eyes widened immediately.

"From."

Before Frye could finish speaking, he saw a fist bigger than his head hitting him.